Rainy Days

[woofiedog4]

The rain pattered out a symphony on the mansion’s roof. Timpanis of thunder rolled through the liquid sky, as a boy slowly walked up the wooden staircase. A tall window reached towards the ceiling, spilling watery light onto the staircase landing. Water dribbled down the glass, moisture blurred the outside gardens into shades of green. As he passed the window, he stopped and traced his name, Eyen, into the fogged glass. Eyen rubbed a clear circle over his name with his cuff, observing the movement in the garden. A lone figure moved slowly down the path, even from this distance it was obvious who it, she, was.
Thea...
She wouldn’t be back for a while, Eyen mused. Thea stayed out when it rained. His eyes watched her move down the path, before darting away under their thick lashes to glance at the floor. Eyen shook his head, turned, and continued up the stairs with a faint scowl on his face.

The dim light caused the faint, ornate designs on the walls to meld together as their colors dulled. He couldn’t help noting the open door, revealing a large piano. Thea’s room was connected to her personal piano room, and Eyen stared at the doorway for a while.
Seriously? Come on, this is verging on stalkerish behavior.
But... she wouldn’t be coming back for a while...
Fine then, he’d just look at the piano. Eyen padded softly into the room and touched the keys lightly before riffling through her sheet music. Complicated chords and rhythms graced the pages of works far too hard for the likes of him. Other pieces were unusually simple, the notes immediately translated into sounds in his head.
He had played piano. Not as passionately as she did by far, but...
Eyen seated himself at the bench, placing both hands lightly on the keys. Hesitantly, he played a few chords. Eyen began to play richly as his fingers weaved back into the patterns they used to know, a small smile curving onto his face. Music rippled and swayed as gently as the rain outside before Eyen picked up some of Thea’s easier music with a rustle of paper. Her own unique scrawl covered some of the pages, adding in notes, or reminders on dynamics and variations.

A voice innocently interrupted his playing.
“I didn’t know you played piano, Eyen.”
Eyen felt his insides jump, but he turned smoothly around to face her, looking her in the eyes only once before turning his gaze on a picture hanging on the wall. Thea dripped water onto the carpet, looking at him with an intrigued expression.
Why was she here?! Why did she come back-? Damn!
“Used to. I don’t anymore.” he said flatly, getting up from the bench. “It’s yours, now,” said Eyen as he stalked past her out of the room.
“But I just came in for a coat-” Thea protested, trailing off as he walked away down the hall.
“Then get it and go. You’re getting the carpet wet.”
The door clicked behind him as Eyen walked into his own room, out of her sight, but not out of her mind.